Distant Dream, Poetry by Asoka N. Jinadasa

Nibbling his ear
she heard the cries of the wounded.
Kissing his eyes
she saw the horror of dead bodies.
Sensing his breath
she felt the ache in her heart.
Letting him love her
she melted into the joy of surrender
and the bliss of no longer he and she.

It has to be this way she sighed
stealing away in the starlight
after kissing him with her eyes.
Back in his village
the pain he’ll feel
will blossom with time.
Hers will jostle with the others
to the echo of her boot steps.

Hugging the cold metal of her weapon
watching fireflies flirt with the stars
dancing to the throb of distant gunfire
feeling the passion ebbing in her body…
Did it really happen?
Or was it another dream
like all the others she had killed?